I kept a journal from when I learned to write until I moved to Iowa about seven years ago.
I have no idea why I stopped.
I tried and tried for the first couple of years, but I felt like I was forcing it rather than enjoying it.
How did this happen? Has this ever happened to anyone? It seems like it is connected to the move, but can that really be it?
I feel sad when I see my trunk and two huge bins of journals.. I was really looking forward to reading them when I was a granny. I haven't re-read them yet, but I have opened a couple randomly, and I am amazed at how clear a memory pops up about something I had totally forgotten.